Gosh, I wish would have read this thread before sitting down to dinner. I hate to report that I didn’t even pause for a nanosecond between ribs. At one point I’m ashamed to say that I was gnawing on the bone.
::sigh::
However! Since I failed at my very first fast, I shall renew my commitment and vow not to eat for .5 days. That’s right. I’m going to fast until 8am tomorrow. I’m so determined to make up for my failings that I won’t even floss my teeth!
By that criteria, do you consider OxFam’s annual 24-hour fasts (IIRC held in the US a week before Thanksgiving) to be counterproductive and suggesting that they don’t care much, or do the suggested monetary donations of what you’d have spent on food that day somehow redeem the cause?
It depends on the stated reasoning behind the fast, which I can’t find on the site. From what I understand about Oxfam, I would guess that reasoning has as much to do with generating empathy as publicity: “why don’t you join in on this so all of us can come to a better understanding of the suffering of the world”. As a means of spritual/personal development, fasting seems to be something that means a lot to a lot of people and I am not going to argue with that. However, when it is done only as a political protest, yes, I think it needs to be more than 24 hours.
For me, it’s that they’re claiming to join Sheehan on the fast. That’s the silly, self important, overly congratulatory part.
To join her on the fast, they’d need to do 30 days. One day rolling fasts? That’s not joining. That’s just amusingly pathetic.
Yes, but you have to eat dinner LATER than the day before!
The assigned day of your fast is here. All day you think about it. At dinner time, you think, “This is it…my last meal.” You start eating dinner at 6pm and finish at 7pm. Your fast begins. By bedtime, you want that piece of cake in your fridge, but you resist. You go to sleep. You wake up, and reach for the fruity pebbles. “STOP! You can’t eat that,” you think, “you’re fasting!” Ok. You collect yourself, and go sit out by the pool. By lunch time, you’re barely able to move from the hunger pains. You almost cancel the fast and eat a cheeseburger, but somehow you convince yourself to go on. By 3pm you would eat a baby if you could find one. “Only 3 more hours,” you say to yourself. Finally 6pm is here and you can eat again! But NO! You forgot that you didn’t stop eating last night until 7pm and to fast for 24 hours you have to eat dinner ONE HOUR LATER! at 6:34pm, you collapse, and by 6:50 you’re dead.
See how difficult a 24 hour fast is? These people are taking their lives into their hands!
Hahahaha. I do that a couple times a week depending on my work/school schedule.
Doctors and actual important people do it all the time.
These people are so spoiled that they call this a sacrifice?
Man, oh man. I should contribute to the “cause.” I plan to fast from Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for the next 72 hours. It will be tough, but I hope that your prayers and good wishes will help me to get through this trying, whimsical effort to bring the troops home.
Survey Time! Of the people ridiculing a 24-hour fast, how many have ever done it yourself? Remember, snacks count; you couldn’t have gone to the candy machine because you missed lunch.
They say the first day or two of a long fast is the hardest, anyway.
That said, I think Sweet Mercury is dead on target. If I respect the faster to begin with, it means something that he cares so much. If not–Look, over there! It’s Fred Phelps! He cares enough about the Gay Menace to devote his life to fighting it! Gee, maybe I should rethink my position. :rolleyes:
Actually, I’ve heard that, too. It kinda makes sense to me. Day 2 you’re body is thinking, “alright where’s the grub? Get me some grub.” I guess by Day 30 your stomach shrinks and your body isn’t sending out a lot of strong signals to do anything. My guess is that it’s probably hard to eat.
Well done, soldier. Your committment is a shining example for all. It brings a tear to my eye. *Let’s see, maybe if I let it trckle down and hold…my head…just so…I…can…reach…out…with…my…tongue…and…—*Ah, got it! Salty, yet sweet. Wait, that tastes—oops, must be the watermelon from the end of Fast #7 an hour ago.
Ms. Sheehan was on Hardball today, and the lady sitting in for Chris asked her (as near as I can remember the wording): Do you honestly think that President Bush and Donald Rumsfeld are going to bring the troops home because you’re fasting? I almost split my side laughing. I guess, as a journalist, she had to ask that question, but she asked it in such a sincere way that it I just couldn’t help myself.
Come on Cindy… it’s only a few more weeks before you can set up camp in Crawford and entertain the bored journalists down there again. I’m sure Bush will be taking his late-summer vacation there as usual.
Me; I was busy moving the whole day, and forgot to eat anything. Really; it’s not that bad. I felt nauseous and shaky when I got around to eating, and had to force myself, but I’ve felt far worse.
For once, I agree with **magellan01 **; this is pretentious celebrity nonsense.